i want to hold your heart and read its veins to see what they have to say.
i want to sit in a park at 230 in the morning and talk.
i want to be cold outside and see our misty breath intertwine like a cheesy movie.
i want to carry you on my back to wherever you need to be.
i want to breathe a sigh of relief when i realize i have someone that can relate.
i want to inhale your hair as you lay on my chest.
i want to be it.
im blind.
i want to take a bone saw, saw your fucking head off, shit down your throat.
i want to grab your arms and pull as hard as i can until they come off of your body.
i want to bite you and scream while your blood fills my mouth.
i want to take a dull, rusty scissors and cut every fucking finger and toe off of your body.
i want to take a butter knife and cut your tongue out.
i want to run your body through a table saw and make beautiful designs on your horrible body.
i want to drain your body of blood and flush it down the toilet.
i want to hold your head in my hands and scream in your fucking face that im not what you say, im what i am, whatever that is, i dont know yet, but its me, i dont care what you say, i know i'll "fail", but its ok with me, i dont mind if i end up dead, i believe the world will be better off without me.
i just want to be loud and fast and energetic and strong and do what i want.
i will.
i know i wont, i know i'll end up just like you, and thats ok, you seem to be beaten into submission by society, and if i can have that kind of pacifism, so be it, thats who i'll be, and it'll be me, and im ok with me.
however, im not ok with you, you FUCK!
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Ouch.
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